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Mr. Munn stood up.

"Did you ever notice/' Doctor MacDonald asked, "how
what happens to people seems sort of made to order for them?
When you think about it."

"Why don't matter I" Mr. Munn exclaimed, and jerked
his arm forward in a violent, sweeping gesture of dismissal.
" We're licked. The reason for things is gone. For what we
did. Like flood water going down and leaving trash and stuff
up in a tree." He jabbed his forefinger at the other man's
breast. "That's you/' he asserted, "left high and dry.
Stuck up in a tree." Then, more quietly, he added: " And
me. Both of us."

Doctor MacDonald laid a hand on his shoulder, and said,
" Take it easy."

Mr. Munn sat down again. " But there was a reason," he
said.

They talked of the trial, which would begin in two more
days.

As he started out, behind Mr. Dickey, who had come to
let him out of Doctor MacDonald's cell, his glance fell upon
the door of the cell where Trevelyan had been. An old man
was in there now, lying on the cot, his thin body lax and
huddled like a pile of old clothes. He was in for murder.
He had gone out to milk one morning, and had brought the
milk in and strained it and put it away; then, with an ice-
pick, he had killed his wife as she leaned over the stove
preparing breakfast, then his pregnant daughter, who was
lying in bed, then the young child at her side. He had
killed the son-in-law with a rifle when he came back to the
house from feeding the stock. He had called the sheriff.
Then he had gone to bed and wrapped himself up in the
bedclothes. He had been asleep when the sheriff came for
him. Now, in his cell, he lay on his cot, only stirring to
reply to questions. He answered questions with a dazed
and innocent patience like a man scarcely aroused from
sleep.
Mr. Munn could not recall his name.